Surrounded by wolves

The school was canceled for a few days as the pack healed itself. More than a few people died, so a series of funerals took place over the course of a week. Every day brought new dead bodies from the hospital, every day brought a new family's desperate cries. Even if I don't particularly care about the pack, this much sorrow is soul wrenching for anyone that has a heart.

"Rose, come help me with the pies!" My grandma shouted from the kitchen. We've been staying with her so we can help with the funeral preparations. It is quite different for werewolves, as they like to celebrate the life of the person rather than cry about their death. So everyone comes together, bringing their best dishes for a huge pack meal. The family and friends of the deceased tell stories about how kind, loving, funny, or whatever they were. People wear colorful clothes and there is music hiding the soft cries of the family.

No matter how many I attend, it still surprises me to see the faked cheerfulness of the